She has a death sentence over her.

She looked into my eyes in front of everyone and revealed her soul, her agony while smiling.

Instead I just sat there, seemingly cold.

I failed her that night.  And she walked away.

All I needed to do was hug her, thank her for her courage, or just ask if she needed a friend.

I fear I may not get another chance.

It has quickly grown heavy on my heart,

and perhaps at this point, all I can do is let it out

or it will crush me.